Magcon Imagine

Chapter Two: First Impression.

To me, first impressions are kind of important here. I just didn't want to be that odd quiet girl that no-one wanted to hang out with, I had worn that face for too long, during my childhood and the short time that I actually attended a public high-school.

These thoughts and insecurities still cling to my mind stubbornly as I step through the doorway. Still, a self determination is also stuck in my awareness permanently. I can do this.

I clink my charcoal painted nails together as I walk up to the front desk. I start dealing with a warm woman probably in her early thirties. As soon as I receive my room key and turn around I run straight into a very muscled chest.

I mumble an apology into his shirt as I push away from him. Instantly I realize how attractive the guy is that I just smashed into with my face. He has fair skin, and a big wide smile. He's wearing a white and red Obey t-shirt and the classic khakis that all guys wear these days, complete with blue vans. His eyebrows are knit into a surprised expression, also checking me out which kind of makes me feel funny. I'm not used to guys staring at me. Just a year ago I had been 210 pounds, and had been a small dot on the radar.

He quickly recovers, chuckling and running his fingers through his styled brown hair. Oh, I thought. Now I know who this is. I guess I should be expecting to run into all of these famous viners everywhere now, huh.

I stick my hand out to him and grin warmly at him as I say, "Arianna Hodges, four point three million followers and I'm sixteen and a half, I'm also pretty sure that I have the same pair of vans that you're wearing."

He grins back at me and his startling blue eyes sparkle with amusement, "Nash Grier, seven point eight million followers and I am also sixteen and a half, also I feel like that was a compliment to my fashion choices."

I giggle and we shake hands.

"So this is your first event?" He asks me curiously, maybe guessing on my obvious stiffness. I smirk and shrug my shoulders, "Maybe it is, maybe it isn't."

He flashes his perfectly straight white teeth at me and runs his fingers through his hair again. "I know this is your first event, I'm just trying to make conversation."

 I lean back on my heels pondering my next statement and notice my room key in between my pointer and middle finger. "I probably should go settle into my room." I say lamely, not really knowing what to say to this kid. His eyes made me nervous.

 He chuckles again, and quickly falls into my stride as I walk away while putting his hand on the small of my back. He had to be at least six feet tall, and I was a measly five foot one. I shoot him a glare, but I don't bother moving his hand. He grabs my room key when we step into the elevator and smiles, "Oh look, we're on the same floor! What great fun we're going to have together Ari."

I smile in spite of myself from his fast adoption of my classic nickname. I still felt a little uneasy at being acquainted with this guy, let alone considering him a friend. Oh well, gotta start somewhere.

 "That doesn't sound creepy at all." I say, my voice dripping with heavy sarcasm. He laughs loudly, "Creepy is not of my affiliation, think of other words. Such as, I don't know; extremely handsome, cunning, or sexy."

 Despite everything, that makes me snort and giggle at the same time. "Keep telling yourself that man." I say in between chuckles.

 It's his turn to glare at me as the elevator door opens to "our" floor I guess. "Are you denying your-"

He's interrupted by three other guys in the hallway. "NASHY POOOO!" a guy with similar styled hair to Nash's drawls at him, I quickly recognize him. His hair is lighter than Nash's and he doesn't have any highlights. He's also slightly tanner and has light brown eyes similar to mine. He's wearing a Cameron Dallas hoodie and khakis with black vans. He grins at both of us and looks surprised to see me.